Relatos Eroticos Amor Filial Novels & Stories

Odessa messed up his whole system, his whole being. “Ahhhh! Vida Mia damn! Ohhh! ” He felt the hot liquid coming out of it. She feels, its femininity is absorbing her weapon and she can no longer control the developing sensation. He couldn't stop it anymore. So when he re-entered and touched it several times, a series of liquids from him filled its jewel. "Frahisto ..." "I love you, Odessa ... I love you for the only goddess of my life ..." "I love you too ... I love you so much ..."

MARIELLA Jealousy. It was the first time I had felt it. Who knew it could be so . . . painful? Knowing someone had what was supposed to be mine was very disturbing. Yet I could do nothing about it. I hadn’t expected Eros to be a saint. Of course, he’d had relationships before. But I hadn’t expected them to continue even after marriage. Infidelity wasn’t uncommon in Mafiosos, but it was to me. My papa had been faithful to my mama, and so had my uncles to my aunts.

His gaze darkened immediately. Of course he remembered. Back then, intimacy between us had always felt distant and mechanical. Necessary more than emotional. But that night had been completely different. That night, Luciano had touched me like he truly wanted me. Like he saw me. Like he loved me. And I had given myself back to him just as completely. “Yes,” he murmured. “I remember.” “That night, there was real emotional connection between us,” I explained carefully, even while my face burned hotter. “The emotional bond between mates can strengthen physical compatibility. It deepened the connection between us enough for conception to happen.”

“How you came so fucking hard for me while Mom and Dad sat beside us?” “Fuck.” She muttered under her breath, thighs clenching naturally. He slipped his hand in, fingers circling her clit perfectly, inside her panties. “Imagine how good my tongue would feel. Imagine my cock splitting your pussy raw and open.” The ache began to worsen and she couldn’t help the way her body was reacting to his words. Jane’s knees buckled. “Jeremy, stop. We’re step-siblings” “Fuck.” She cursed as his pace quickened on her clit, rubbing with just enough pressure to make her go crazy with lust.

“That’s what makes this so sweet. My innocent daughter believes her dearest friend would never spread her legs for me. But we both know the truth. You’re addicted to Daddy’s cock now.” He curled his fingers, stroking that spongy spot inside her until her knees buckled. Elara moaned brokenly, pushing back onto his hand like a whore in heat. Her juices ran down his wrist and dripped onto the polished floor. The portraits along the upper shelves leaned forward, painted eyes gleaming with voyeuristic delight. One stern matron whispered loudly, “Filthy girl. Fucking herself on her best friend’s father’s fingers while she lies through her teeth.”

he explained. "Just four months ago, she was a virgin planning to enter a convent in Switzerland," he said humourlessly. "I can't believe now she's going to have a baby with you." Unconsciously, his lips turned into a snarl as he suddenly said, "The love of my life had shared a bed with my own brother. Didn't know that you lusted after her just like I did." Aaron gave Arthur a knowing look and trying to taunt him into a reply. Arthur's lips stretched in a thin smile.

He explains. “Oh, I had forgotten.” My wide smile give way to a yellow smile, I was so worried about Amanda that I forgot that today I had my first sexual relations and that in them all Filippo poured himself inside me, that perhaps, a little seed has been planted, but that it is not father's wish to reap.

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This kind of heat should only be sparked by fated mates. My mind rejected the possibility even as the heat reached my pussy. Pine and peppermint had never smelled so delicious. I shifted in his lap, searching for relief for the pulsing ache starting between my legs. Please, please, don’t notice, don’t notice, don’t – But then warm wetness spread beneath me. I scrambled out of his lap, my face burning bright red but it was too late. Levi looked at me in confusion “Harper, what?” But then his eyes fell to the wet slick stain on his pants.

Each touch was a caress, a sacred act of cherishing her body, not just as a vessel of pleasure but as a temple of their connection. Their actions shifted seamlessly from urgent physical release to a gentle, loving reverence. Every kiss, every stroke, every whispered breath conveyed a profound affection—a promise to honor, protect, and adore. Lila closed her eyes, surrendering to the warmth and love that surrounded her. In that moment, she was more than just a woman in heat—she was the center of a bond forged in blood, fire, and unwavering devotion. The room hummed softly with their shared heartbeat, a quiet sanctuary where vulnerability and strength intertwined. And as they held her close, L